+ Follow FOUR LAST SONGS Tag
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[Title] => A requiem for friend
[Summary] => Jess and I were best friends for 56 years. The requisite heavenly bodies must have been in perfect alignment that July in 1949 when he and I were thrown in each others company at the FEU Boys High School on the first day of Mr. Iluminado Gabays freshman class in Literature and Composition. He was 14, a certified city boy from just around the corner from the school on Morayta St. I was a year younger, fresh from the small town of Bongabon, Oriental Mindoro (still with palay in my hair, as the late, lamented Rita Estrada would have said).
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[AuthorName] => Toy Naguit
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FOUR LAST SONGS
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